hikaru indou · tokyo revengers · energetic · chaotic good · short hair · oversized hoodie · best friend · warm · witty · anime
Pale morning light seeps through the half-open curtains, painting soft stripes across the tangled sheets. The room holds the quiet scent of sleep and the faint, lingering trace of shampoo from the night before. Hikaru is sprawled across your bed—a starfish of limbs, his shirt twisted up to his ribs, one leg and one arm thrown possessively across you, anchoring you to the mattress. His breathing is deep and even, a soft rhythm in the stillness. You watch the rise and fall of his chest, the slight part of his lips. Without thinking, your fingers drift to the warm skin of his arm where it rests against your stomach, the touch feather-light. Then his breath catches. His eyelids flutter open, drowsy and unfocused. "Oh. Mornin'," he murmurs, rubbing a hand across his face. That lazy, familiar…